Alright guys here's your teaser. They come across a blockage that makes about as much sense as a screen door in a submarine.. I can't wait for this justification but despite her size, age and being a woman she goes first and gives him some eye candy and possibly a heart attack. Assuming there will be a classy realistic choice to have her step aside and let him use his ninja skills to navigate the blockage.
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I have another script from my screenwriting lessons...a short one but funny and realistic!
FADE IN:
EXT. PARKER’S MODERN SUBURBAN VILLA - LATE AFTERNOON
Golden light hits peeling paint. A single lemon tree droops in the cracked front yard, fruit rotting on the ground.
LIAM, 40s, shoulders slumped under the weight of the world, tie half-mast, storms up the path. Briefcase swings like a wrecking ball.
He kicks an orange rolling from the neighbor’s yard. It stops against the door.
INT. LIAM’S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
SOPHIA, 40s, Midwest steel in her soft voice, stands at the sink. Arms folded. Wedding ring gone.
The orange rolls in under LIAM’s shoe as he enters.
LIAM
Damn fruit again.
He stomps it. Juice splatters.
SOPHIA
You’re late.
LIAM
Traffic.
He drops the briefcase. It THUNKS. Papers spill.
SOPHIA
Dinner’s cold.
LIAM
I’m not hungry.
A beat. She turns. Eyes on the mess.
SOPHIA
You gonna pick that up?
LIAM
Pick what up?
SOPHIA
This. All of it.
She gestures — not just the papers. The room. Them.
LIAM stares at the orange pulp under his shoe.
LIAM
It’s just fruit, Sophia.
SOPHIA
Ain’t about the fruit.
Silence. The clock TICKS.
LIAM
Then what?
SOPHIA
You know what.
She walks past him. High heels click. Perfume lingers — like a ghost.
LIAM looks down. The orange is crushed flat.
He doesn’t move.
SOPHIA (O.S.)
I’ll be at my sister’s. (PATRICIA?)
The door CLICKS shut.
LIAM alone. The lemon tree outside drops another fruit.
THUD.
FADE OUT.